#like... why do they look ugly to you... they'd look fine with just a few fixes honestly. a remaster if u will

[cyanidas]

why is hating on the old neopets designs so popular nowadays 😭 LEAVE THEM ALONE theyre just little guys!!! they didnt look that bad!!! GRADIENTS ARENT EVIL THEY ARENT HURTING YOU

#first that one item making fun of them then ppl on tumblr and then i found a joke on JN #and thats like 3 sources yeah and its not that deep but #idk :c i liked them as a kid and i like them now. it hurts my soft lil bleeding heart to see ppl make fun of the gradients #if were gonna dig at the old art for using too many gradients #then im digging at the new art for using too much cell shading #or too hyperrealistic shading. or for squash-and-stretching the clothing instead of doing unique art for every single species #like... why do they look ugly to you... they'd look fine with just a few fixes honestly. a remaster if u will #intercom #neopets #feeling spicy ik fkgjgkfk

[dinogoofy]

Guys I'm having too many good ideas...!

So, Bi-han arranged marriage! Let's say that he and his wife don't get along well. She is stubborn, but very kind and loyal to her family, while Bi-han is a bit of an asshole and doesn't like her because she has her own beliefs and won't budge from them. She hates how the Lin kuei have been treating businesses and how scummy some of their practices are, and He hates that she's "so righteous" and above the work that they do.

They really don't get along, and then one day she gets kidnapped by someone who is enemies with the Lin Kuei.

She is hurt and tortured, but again, she's stubborn as hell. She doesn't break. The Lin kuei are made aware that the grandmaster's wife has been kidnapped, but Bi-han doesn't have much of a reaction besides sending someone to go find her. Besides, it's not like they'd get much use from her. She stays out of their dirty affairs so she'll be fine.

She goes through some shit, because even though she doesn't know anything, she knows that won't stop them from trying to get any information out of her. She stays dead silent the entire time she is kidnapped, furious the whole time. Part of her wants to hold out hope that her husband will come get her, but the majority of her believes that he'd let her rot.

Finally, someone finds her. But it's not her husband. (Smoke or kuai maybe?) She's severely hurt, but still stubborn enough to be furious that he couldn't be bother to come save his own Wife. They make it back to the Lin Kuei, and she spends her time avoiding Bi-han the first few days. Then, some of the clan elders start to get into Bi-hans head. She certainly broke. She leaked their location or joined the enemy. Look at her, she's weak and she doesn't support what our clan does. She must have broken.

So, Bi-han, enraged by the idea that she betrayed him, storms off to go find her.

When he does find her, she's getting ready to change. She's not letting her pain or soreness show through in front of a man she hates, and he scoffs, thinking that she was fine. That they probably went easy on her as she was so pitiful.

Bi-han is aggressive while asking if she broke. She rolls her eyes.

"It's been three weeks, and the first think you care about is if I broke." She huffs. Bi-han narrows his eyes. She shakes her head. "-and no. For your information. I didn't. You of all people should know I'm stubborn. As much as I don't like how you run this clan, I don't endanger my family."

Part of him doesn't want to believe her, but she starts to change, not caring if he's in the room, and something ugly inside him formes when he sees her deep bruises and cuts. Wounds on every part of her body.

At first he was angry at her, and now he's engulfed in rage at what they had done to HIS wife. A small, quiet part if his conscious is angry that he left her there, and he wasn't the one to find her and slaughter every man that laid a hand on her. He knew he could've found her much sooner than whoever he sent, but he didn't care. And this is what happened.

But he had learned to ignore his consciousness long ago.

Before the incident, She would have tried to speak to him when he could. Simply trying to be cordial and polite. She would ask him what he wanted to eat that night, or ask him if he was okay after a particularly rough mission. Just because she didn't really like him or what he does, doesn't mean she wasn't willing to try.

After she was kidnapped however, that stopped.

She stoped speaking to him. She avoided him whenever she could. She couldn't care less when he left or when he came back. He abandoned her with torchurers. Why would she?

This starts to irk Bi-han. One day, he comes home and she's still avoiding him. He gets fed up with it and confronts her. She basically rolls her eyes and tries to avoid him, but he grabs her by the arms, careful not to press into her bruises, and gets into her space. She's taken aback by the closeness, but her expression hardens.

"Why should I care about you, when you left me to die." She snarls. Bi-han is enraged.

"You think that your kidnapping didn't effect me?! You don't even know how the sight of your bruises enrage me! I have slaughtered every man who laid a hand on you. Do you understand that?!" Bi-han is acting like a wild animal. He's breathing hard, his eyes narrowed and filled with rage. All she can do is stare. Her face has softened. She doesn't knownwhat to say. Bi-han's face morphs when he realises how close he is to her, and he lets her go and steps back aggressively. He stalks off without another word, leaving her confused, unable to cone to terms with the fact that the ever-cold Bi-han would ever be this emotional over someone he doesn't even like.

Right...?

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk #mortal kombat imagines #mk x reader #mk bi han #bi han x reader #mk bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon! #this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

[i-cant-sing]

if plat!yandere!shiratorizawa found out their “frail kitten” doesn’t like how she looks like (most of the time she’s insecure) would they comfort her or gaslight their way for her to think of something else

There's so many things they could do. Let's start with the basics-

They'd all gather up in your room, arms crossed against their chest as they ask you to explain why you've been crying for the past few days everytime you looked in the mirror. Of course, you try to brush them off, change the subject, but the moment Ushijima says your name in that dead, monotonous voice, you know its better to tell them the truth than whatever punishment Ushijima would deliver.

Y/n, sniffles: idk... I just... I feel so ugly...

Tendou: oh hon, you're not! You're the most beautiful human being! *the rest of the team murmurs in agreement, except for Ushijima*

Y/n, shrugging: I- I understand that's how you see me- or at least pretend to, but I just- I personally don't think I am beautiful...

The team looks at Ushijima for help, who's just been staring at you all this time.

Ushijima: I think you're blind.

Y/n, and the team: huh?

Ushijima: your vision must be getting weak. Its because of you being on your phone all the time. I'm confiscating it until you learn to manage your time better. And you better eat all those carrots I picked up from my farm. I'll make you carrot juice, carrot soup, carrot smoothie, carrot cake-

Y/n: what no-

Ushijima, narrowing his eyes: don't say "no". You will eat those damn carrots. I'm not risking you going blind because of your stubbornness.

Y/n: my vision is fine! It's because of you I feel so ugly!

Ushijima, confused: what do you mean?

Y/n, sniffles: it's because you won't let me go shopping on my own! Or- or- hang out with my friends! Or have any friends at all! My only recreational activity now is you forcing me to train with you at yhe gym! And i dont even like to work out! I'm ugly- because of you!

Ushijima:

The team:

Y/n:

Ushijima, walks upto you, places his hands on your shoulder: I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. I thought you already knew how pretty you are. Look- *proceeds to turn you around to the mirror* I know I don't say this enough, but look at yourself. Look at that face, at those muscles, at those calves. Even your hair looks like me, no? You are beautiful, because you look like a mini version of me.

Y/n:

The team:

Ushijima:

Y/n:

Ushijima: you are a mini Ushijima-

Y/n, proceeds to wail and run out of the room crying:

The team:

Ushijima: what? Ill go check-

Semi: no- ill go check on her. You stay here, Ushijima.

Ushijima:

Tendou: YOU GAVE HER THOSE UGLY BANGS, TOSHI?

Ushijima, nods: yeah. She said she wanted to go to the salon for a hair cut. So I did it instead.

The team, starts laughing: Oh you messed up, Ushijima. You messed upppp big time!

-

Semi, after putting reader back to bed: y/n... would prefer if no body ever called her mini Ushijima, ever again. And I'm taking her to salon tomorrow, to repair the damage...

Ushijima, still doesn't understand what was wrong the choppy bangs he cut with kitchen scissors: you... can take my card.

#yandere ushijima x reader #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere shiratorizawa #platonic yandere #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere haikyuu

[inkedobsidian]

~Safe place pt. 2~ S.R

prompt: Safe Place

requested by: @si1v3rpho3nix

summary: actions have consequences and the consequences of hitting a federal agent is the B.A.U team.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: abuse, court, fighting, blood

word count: 2,203

Master-List - Prompts

Spencer had counted the number of laps Y/N had taken of the doctors' room in his head for so long he was almost falling asleep as if he was counting sheep. He knew it didn't matter what he said they weren't going to stop so there he sat listening to her feet hit the ground as they echoed around the empty room they were placed in. Even with a quick glance at her Spencer knew that Y/n's injuries could be severe, especially when she woke him out with a heavy shout as she sat up in bed. The cut on her cheek had spread giving her a clear shining black eye, and the bruise on her rib cage seemed to be more severe than she let on when she was talking about the incident to Spencer on the way here. Y/N had almost gotten to her 72nd lap of the office when the door finally opened.

"Aaron?" Y/N said in disbelief cocking her head to the side as he closed the door behind him where Y/N caught a glance at the team in the hallway.

"Have you had any news yet?" Hotch said leading Y/N towards the seats where they took seats opposite, Spencer just stayed where he was in silence knowing that Hotch was allowing him to stay in the room.

"Well my eye will go down soon they said hopefully a few days, they don't think I have a concussion and the lip just looks cool I promise." Y/N always knew to crack a joke when dealing with Hotch. Ever since Elle's shooting Hotch has always kept a closer eye on his team if that was even possible. His face softened and he let himself smile at her joke knowing it would also calm her anxiety.

"The doctor said they'd be back shortly with the results on your ribs yes?" Aaron said leaning to place his elbows on his knees returning to the stern unit chief.

"Yes, but they're not that bad I promise I can still travel to work," Y/N said nodding almost pleading with him to not make her take sick time.

"L/N… You understand where this has to go right?" Hotch said giving Spencer a side eye to see if he knew the answer as well.

"Nothing needs to happen, I'm fine," Y/N said shaking her head almost childlike, a complete alternative to her attitude nothing less than 5 minutes ago.

"L/N, he put his hands on you. To go with that he put his hands on a federal agent even if you didn't want to press charges the unit would do it for you." Hotch said slowly, he valued his team as people more than their title but he knew the reality and so did she, that's why Spencer was the one that called Hotch.

Y/N began to space out staring at the bloody and bruised hands that somehow belonged to her. She'd seen the most violent criminals and she'd gone toe to toe with a fair few but what she did, the anger that flowed out of her with each retaliation scared her more than any crime scene photos ever could.

"I hit him back Aaron… and I didn't pull any punches." She whispered playing with her hands almost wringing them out as if that would fix the reality. Aaron knew what she meant, he'd read everyone's file when they joined even all the hospital records from when she was a child.

"He hit you first, all you did was defend yourself," Hotch says sternly until he sees her eyes drift and glisten over with tears she's begging to hold back. "Y/N," This made Y/N's head snap to meet his eyes, Hotch never called her by her name he hadn't the entire 4 years she'd worked there. "You are part of this team and this family, we will be there. Do you trust us?" It was almost instinct that when Hotch finished that sentence she looked directly toward Spencer, he was her definition of trust.

"Yeah… I do." Y/N said breathing out almost like a meditation technique, she knew this was going to be ugly.

Y/N had been in a court more times than she can count on both hands but she'd never been on this side of the bench being the one called a victim. A victim. Every time someone called her that the hairs on her body stood up straight and a shiver went down her spine. This must be what the victim's family must feel in every interview they do. As was explained the case was pretty straightforward but it didn't help or make the experience any easier. Having people who don't know her discuss her life, her childhood, and her entire career. There was a portion of the trial where Y/N felt that she was on trial for his murder of how much the defense had combed into her life.

"The opposition calls Dr. Spencer Reid as a witness your honor." Y/N's attorney, Mr.Flynn said standing up. Spencer?? Y/N hadn't been informed that any of the team were being used as witnesses nonetheless Spencer. Yet here he was in a full black suit and his hair slicked back Y/N would've winked and called him 'pretty boy' if they weren't in a court, the thought alone made her chuckle to herself and calm down.

"Now, Dr. Reid you've known the victim for how long?" There was that word again, victim. By the looks of it, it even made Spencer cringe.

"5 years, ever since she joined the BAU." He said smiling fondly on her first day. Y/N knew why he smiled and it almost made her laugh.

"And how long had the relationship between the victim and the accused been going on for at the time of the incident." Mr. Flynn had clearly chosen Spencer because of his ability and knowing that the jury would take his words for almost fact.

"2 years 7 months." Sometimes Spencer cursed his own brain, some moments he would like to forget.

"And in that time whenever you met the accused did his behavior seem, hostile? Stand-offish?" This part made Y/N cringe as she knew the answer that was coming up. It made her realize that maybe her lawyer didn't listen to her when she explained of the situation.

"Actually none of our team have ever met the accused so the only opinion I can form is based purely on his profile." Spencer knew he shouldn't get fired up, he shouldn't let himself but there was something about looking at his face from across the court that got Spencer's anger rising.

"A profile? Would you please explain to the jury what a profile is?" Mr. Flynn had clearly met Spencer before because he used that as a cue to sit down for a moment on the edge of the table. Spencer took the opportunity and ran with it. He turned his body to face the jury knowing the body language would reel their attention in.

"A profile is something the BAU create using the habits of someone's crimes to narrow down who they are. For example our team had a suspect that would kill people who were gay violently and then steal their identity. This gave us the point of his targets, he either had problems with his own sexuality or he was violently homophobic, this man was both due to his upbringing. Then the nature of the killings, they were done with a level of sophistication that only someone with training could pull off, so a military background. You can learn a lot about a person by their actions before their words." Spencer had never exuded so much confidence before, it was almost as if he was putting on the extroverted show of his life to make sure this case closes in Y/N's favor. The whole time he spoke Y/N sat there hanging on to every word like she always did. However someone else in the courtroom noticed this, and he wasn't too happy.

"Thank you for that description, Dr. Reid. Now that our jury has a better understanding if you could profile this case."

"Objection, he's a biased witness he is the cause of the argument." His lawyer finally spoke up. Y/n knew he was right though there was nothing Spencer could say that he wouldn't say out of spite because of the situation. The judge took a few moments to look between Spencer and the jury, you could tell he was trying to figure out whether it was useful or not.

"I've had Dr. Reid as a consultant in this court multiple times, I trust his statement." The judge nodded and Dr. Reid rolled his shoulders back to fix his posture before he began.

"Well to start off with the obvious this was not a serial or premeditated crime meaning it was most likely a spur-of-the-moment crime. However, once they're committed the perpetrator could go on to re-offend depending on the outcome of the crime, or what led the crime to occur. The beginning argument stemmed from Y/N's absence from their life, this could mean he has feelings of inadequacy. Why is she not with me why is she working/with friends etc? This spiraled into accusations of cheating which solidify the feelings of inadequacy. The fact that he acted on his rage after some heated discussion shows a lack of emotional stability and then he continued to attack Ms. L/N showing no remorse for the initial hit and continuing with rage which shows even more instability. The only reason the defendant stopped with his attack was when Ms. L/N landed a painful enough hit to knock him out of his violent actions but even now his body language does not show guilt it shows confidence. Using this I would profile the accused as an insecure man with little control over his emotions and if released in court will go on to hurt another innocent woman who next time might not be able to fight back like Ms. L/V could and the results could be much worse."

The entire was jury was silent after Spencer spoke as everyone seemed to be absorbing what he said, Y/N realized he'd essentially just called her ex a pussy ass bitch in the most Spencer Reid way imaginable and it was difficult not to laugh at that. The team sat just behind Y/N all help the same thoughts as they watched Spencer finish his speech on the stand. The jury then turned to look from Spencer to the accused as they watched his body language shift from the confident stance Spencer had pointed out to his out of his seat with all the blood in his face shouting obscenities across the court room mainly hurled towards Spencer. Spencer almost smiled as this proved the exact point he just made and he knew it. Y/N just held her gaze toward Spencer letting the voices blur in her ears as the judge and the defense shouted at each other. It was only when the gavel hit that the voice stopped and she focused. Spencer was now standing in front of her table smiling at her.

"Judge said we'll reconvene tomorrow to give the defense time to calm down," Spencer said holding his hand out for her to stand up. Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh as she took his hand to walk out of the court room.

"You know if you disliked my taste in men you could've just said." She laughs straightening her suit jacket from her sitting. Spencer cocks an eyebrow as he looks towards her then the podium.

"I thought I just did?" Spencer says smirking. Y/N loved when he acted like this, she knew the speech gave him a bit of an ego boost so she let him have it.

"I'll give you that one pretty boy, c'mon I'll drive I want KBBQ," Y/N says throwing her keys out in the air as the group walked towards their cars.

"Ooo I'm so in for that," Morgan says slapping his hands on their shoulders and leaning in between them.

"Team outing?" Penelope said jumping up as high as she could in her platforms.

"Oh I'm so down, I'm starving," Emily said jumping into the backseat of the main car. The more people agreed to come for food the more Penelope started to wave her arms up and down in excitement. Until JJ and Hotch bowed out because of the boys.

"Just bring them! We'll go get a table get dressed and come back." Y/N said leaning out the window of her car. That seemed to get Penelope's heart racing and even more so when JJ and Hotch both said it sounded like a great idea. Y/N just sat there looking out the window at all her family getting in their cars after sitting in a courtroom with her just for support. Then just as the first car pulled out she felt someone's hand on top of her and she turned to meet Spencer with a smile before she started the car and started following the other SUVs. These people, the family they'd created, that was her safe place.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

[heartfullofleeches]

Uwhwkwjwlbw I'm OBSESSED with Hayes bc holy shit?? Jekyll and Hyde inspired oc??? FUCK YEAH!! Can I make a little request where they just start turning into their version of Hyde while around Y/N?? Also hope ur doing well!

Hayes leaves their house earlier than usual. It's been a few days since that little incident in their lab. Their hands felt numb and every step made their body ache, but they have to leave their house before anyone grew worried. Especially you.

As painful as it might be in very sense of the word, Hayes would have to distance themself from you. They still weren't sure what was going on, but every time they shut their eyes they felt that obsessive side rearing its ugly head; begging to be in your audience. It wasn't like the little voice in the back of their head that told him to confess their love. It was a separate, conscious mind that screamed for its right to be the one to lay claim to your heart - and it was real. A sentient thought with its own goals and no filter on what it would do to reach them. There was not telling what could happen if they meet you in this state, but everything should be completely fine.

Sure, this separate side showed up whenever they thought of you, and their own feelings weren't too far off from its obsession, but as long as you didn't cross paths they could make it through the day just-

"Hayes?"

Fuck.

Hayes slowly turns to face you; worry clear as day on your face. They can already feel light headed as you close the distance between you.

"Oh, Y/n... H-hey.."

"Where have you been? I've been trying to contact you for days."

"I've been... around." The butterflies in their stomach feel like they're welded knives. Stopping being a good friend already so they can suffer in the sanctity of their home alone.

"Is everything okay? You're sweating up a storm... and what happened to your hands?" You grab their hand before they can even answer; bandages wrapped loosely around their wrists. They looked like world's worst mummy; completely inexperienced in taking proper care of themself.

Y/n...

Hayes' vision blurs; breathing sporadic. There was that voice again. The haunt of their waking mind. The cruel reminder that what they've experienced is harsh truth of reality. They start to lose the feeling in their hands - in themself. This was bad.

"U-um.. Y/n? Could you let me go?"

"Hang on a sec, these bandages are a mess. Let me fix them real quick."

Their face flushes as you lift the sleeve of their shirt, unhooking the pin around their wrist that kept their mangled bandages in place. Your perfect skin touches theirs as you rearrange the wraps. Every inch that falls under your touch flares up; an ache that could only be resolved by the lasting trace on contact. Your skin felt so soft. They wanted more, they needed more.

"Really... it's fine." Their voice trails off. They can feel themselves slipping. Everything about you was intoxicating. Your voice, your scent - your entire existence. They wanted to drown in it all.

"Ha... aha.."

"And.. done!.. Are you ok? You really aren't looking so good."

They can just barely process your words, but a smile still pulls across their face. Alright? Why wouldn't they be? They were in the presence of the one they adored. If anything, they were the best they'd ever felt. You pull your hand away from theirs, but they grab it in the last second.

"Hayes?.."

Ugh, how they hated that name. A coward's title; one unwilling to give you their all. Unlike them.

Forever devoted. Forever loyal. Existing only for the sake of you. That person grins as they hold your trembling hand to their face.

"Save the names for later, my love. I'm far better than okay, since I'm finally with you~"

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere story #yandere drabble #tw yandere #yandere writing #yandere fic #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Monsters Vs. Aliens

So you might be surprised to learn I never really watched this movie before now. And yeah... I don't think this movie was really a major part of too many other peoples' childhoods either. Because uhhh we got a mid in an otherwise banger era for Dreamworks.

We focus on Susan, who is struck by a meteorite at her wedding and mutates into a 50 foot tall woman, now dubbed Ginormica. She's imprisoned alongside a group of other monsters, including Dr. Cockroach, the Missing Link, B.O.B, and Insectasorus, who are all recruited into fighting an encroaching alien menace in exchange for their freedom. It's a simple story, one that's clearly harkening back to classic monster and alien movies alike, sort of as a blending of the genres of sorts. It presents moments of strong emotion, but idk, they just didn't really land for me? This whole movie as a whole really didn't, tbh.

Our characters are fine enough. Susan is an ok protagonist, initially a very normal woman who comes into her own and grows strong both physically and emotionally as the plot goes along. The other monsters are ok, not as annoying as I thought they'd be, but not the best either. I did enjoy the friendship they had with each other, and with Susan though, you really do get the sense that all these weirdos genuinely care about each other. Our villian is Gallaxhar, a power-hungry alien, and he's your usually silly antagonist who is just... ok. Like everything else abuot this movie.

The animation is... again, ok. I believe this movie was initially made to be shown in 3D, so there's a lot of weird stuff going on on that front. The character designs are also kind of ugly, especially some of the humans, though I think that might have been intentional given that How to Train Your Dragon only came out a few months after this and the humans all look fine in that. There's a good mix of action and comedy here and both are again, say it with me now, just ok. Nothing laugh out loud hilarious here, I kind of didn't react to much of anything at all while watching this.

So yeah, Monsters Vs Aliens isn't really a bad movie, but I can't call it anything other then just ok. It's not very memorable, not when matched up against its contemporaries, and I can see why it never really garnished any sequels (I know it does have TV show though, I have fever dreams of seeing it on Nickelodeon while home sick from middle school). It just... doesn't leave much of an impact on you (ironic, given the film starts with a literal meteorite impacting a woman).

The timing for this movie is so weird because it really is just a very meh movie sandwiched in between some of Dreamworks' absolute best. Personally, it didn't do much for me, but I'm not much of a sci-fi buff in general so maybe I'm just not the right audience for it. Idk ya'll, at the end of the day, all I can say about Monsters Vs. Aliens is that... well, it certainly exists. And that's about it.

Overall Rating: 5/10

Verdict: Get wrecked by a radioactive meteorite

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#jen watches #dreamworks watch #jen tortures herself with every dreamworks animated movie ever #monsters vs aliens #dreamworks

[laurieelaurel]

hii! could i request the demon bros (+ undateables if u can?) with an ugly MC? not that they're insecure they're just... unattractive. and fine with it, because they have other good qualities O_o thanks in advance!

Are all demons this rude?

Brothers x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Wasn't too clear with the req so I decided to turn it more into comfort/fluff haha

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You were very much aware that you wren't the most good looking and to be honest, you didn't really care. You knew you were competent and you got things done, so who cares if you weren't the best looking person in the room? Your demon roommates certainly didn't. So what happens when they overhear some overzealous RAD students mouthing off about it?

Lucifer

The cold blooded Pridy McPrideface isn't one to be easily swayed by appearances. What he does find attractive however is the way you hold yourself. Confidence is always sexy and knowing you recognize all your worth and merits are unrelated to physical appearance is a good quality in his books.

You are well aware that people generally tend to gaze over you, so you made a conscious effort to prove yourself as a competent person. When you were first confronted with the 9 most powerful and influential demons in the Devildom, your need to prove your worth and meet their standards only grew.

Lucifer stands out to you as someone who is purely business, which you appreciate. As intimidating as he is, he only ever comments on your performance in class so as long as you pay attention to your work, you don't see yourself facing any of his judgement.

Now, Lucifer is aware that you, as the only human student, are bound to be heavily scrunitised by the majority of the demon population. He is also aware of how ruthless demon society can be, and as a result knows what the small groups of lesser demons are whispering about when you pass by.

Lucifer can't take direct action against the majority of them so he settles with dropping a few 'subtle' hints that he appreciates you and your genuine self

It's not like the pointless snickering behind your back ever bothered you but you have to admit it's pretty sweet of him

Now, it's one thing to let them get away with their mocking sneers, but the second one of them decides to take it a step too far... Attempting to physically harm the exchange student would be considered a direct challenge of Lord Diavolo's vision for the future and surely would be taken care of accordingly.

It's a safe assumption to say that he probably had something to do with the same trembling demon begging for your forgiveness the next day

Mammon

It's almost a surprise that for as incompetent as he may appear, Mammon is actually considered an attractive and charismatic demon. You might not have had the honour of witnessing his 'charm' firsthand, but it's clear he has a rep for a reason.

Congrats! You've reduced the second oldest brother to a simp! He finds literally anything you do attractive, so even if you were ever overly conscious about your appearance, you've got nothing to worry about. He's your biggest hype man, and tolerates absolutely none of the shit these lower ranked demons are giving you.

It frustrates him that you don’t care about it, that you have always shot down his suggestions to go teach them a lesson. Hell, he’s raring to get involved too! Screw being the bigger person, don’t you want to feel the instant gratification that comes with a right hook wiping those smug sneers from their faces?

This is why you’re getting strung up by Lucifer every other day

Anyways, he’ll listen to your pleas for peace when you convince him that you simply don’t value what they have to say about you, but the second they’re stupid enough to take it a step too far, don’t think the threat of Lucifer’s corporal punishment is gonna stop him from kicking some ass

He caught two of them trying to curse your textbooks one day and decided the only way they'd get their lesson is through his fists. Don't worry - Asmo saw too and he's more than happy to usher everyone away to let his older brother take care of the pests

Levi

This poor soul has been starved of touch and affection for the better part of the last century, do you think he cares what you look like? Not that it matters to you anyways… but the sentiment is appreciated. When you get closer it’ll be Levi seeking affirmation from you more often than not actually - please tell him it doesn’t matter if he’s a yucky otaku or not, he should still always love himself >:(

Lots of respect for you for not giving a damn about what others see as unattractive. He knows how it feels to be a social outcast, but he could never stop caring so damn much about what he could be or comparing himself to others (well it’s sort of his job to be jealous, but…)

So when he hears that some delusional classmates of yours have been bad mouthing you behind your back, he’s angry on your behalf. Why did they think it was funny to criticise you for something that did nothing to change your character or capabilities? They were clearly nothing more than cowardly scum that didn’t deserve the light of day.

Imagine their surprise when the tame third born gives them a pointed glare from across the hall. Even a shut-in like him saw nothing he’d ever be envious in them and would gladly make his disdain be known.

Dislikes confrontations and would rather not have to deal with the likes of them but do you really think a rag tag group of lesser demons have it in them to challenge the Grand Admiral of hell’s navy? Would gladly help one of his more eager brothers get away with teaching the trio a lesson.

Satan

He’s said on multiple occasions how he values intelligence and knowledge as much as he does raw power. When you first plopped down into the devildom he saw you as nothing more than a tool to get under Lucifer’s skin. Nothing more, nothing less. It was much easier to tag along when he witnessed just how competent you were, and as your presence slowly started to grow on him, he could admire how hard you worked, paying no attention at all to what anyone would whisper about your outer appearance.

He never really cared about the stupid and pointless gossip they spread about you. He finds it laughable how pathetic these demons are being. They see you, minding your own business and succeeding in your studies, and instead of trying to better themselves they choose to harass you, who they are jealous of, for only some misguided and momentary satisfaction.

You didn’t care either, since your sense of self worth had nothing to do with a stranger’s approval - and now, he can’t help having the same opinion as Lucifer on this but he finds that confidence hot. He doesn’t feel the need to acknowledge them either.

There are times where they get dangerously close to setting him off though - like when they try to take physical action. The leader of the group tried tripping you on the main staircase of the RAD campus and you could’ve sworn he was about to pull out a couple limbs in retaliation if you hadn't stepped out of the way in time. Luckily for everyone involved you only laughed at their attempt to embarrass you as you passed on by. 

Satan has his reputation as a composed gentleman to maintain, it’d be such a waste to throw it all away to get rid of such unrefined filth. That being said… it’s not like he’s gonna stop Mammon from roughing them up a lil, and it's not technically his responsibility to tell the profs that it was actually Belphie who framed them for cheating…

Asmo

Being good looking has always been a curse - take it from the avatar of Lust himself. Can you imagine all the hands that reach for him at the parties wanting him for anything other than his pretty face?

If he’s being honest, he too had once overlooked you simply because of your plain appearance. He was looking for something interesting in the new transfer student, and you definitely didn’t show anything worth remarking at first glance.

He feels terrible about his behaviour back then. He realises how incredibly hypocritical it was for him to lament about how superficial all the attention he ever got was when he also only judged you superficially

Now that he’s able to make amends, it’s really refreshing for him to spend time with you, who doesn’t care for outward appearances anywhere as much as he’d be able to imagine. You just naturally bond over your very very different yet kind of relatable circumstances, leading to the two of you confiding a lot in each other.

Now when it comes to these cute :) Little :) very uninformed group :) trying to feel better about their poor lives by snubbing you in the halls, he finds that pathetic. You clearly aren’t giving them the time of day and all they can do is giggle amongst themselves as you ignore their comments

Asmo decides to be as flippant as he can as he makes his way over to you, giving them a threatening smile as their eyes are naturally drawn to his approaching figure. They blanch, unable to do anything other than stand there in their stupor as he plans out exactly how he’ll make the three of them the laughing stock of the school. 

Who's to say that it was him who was responsible for those embarrassing devilgram posts to be recirculated, or the rumours that led to their eventual rejection from the rest of the student body?

Beel

Compliments and assurances all day round for everyone :). Make sure to give some back in return as well, Beel’s always been such a doll. The only thing he pays attention to when looking at your outward appearance is your health - make sure not to skip meals and get exercise daily! 

Happy for you knowing you’re comfortable with yourself exactly how you are. As long as you’re happy and healthy, who has the right to criticise how you live your life? Beel truly didn’t want to believe there really were some demons going around behind your back at school but here we are. 

I say this every time but Beel is such a sweet and pure guy. The thing is, his kindness really only extends to his brothers and you - he is one of the 7 demon lords of hell, and that's how the general public sees him. Not happy at all about what these lesser demons have been on about. It’s rare for you to see him with a frown on his face, but at school he doesn’t try to hide his displeasure with the group.

He confronts them eventually one day, blunt and in their faces. Not only is it uncomfortably awkward, but terrifying for them as well - there’s a reason a rumour about Beel eating lesser demons that got on his nerves exists. If they have a working head on their shoulders, they would stop.

Would offer to walk your around school everyday like he does with Belphie since he intimidates everyone enough to scare even the idea of trying to talk shit about you out of their skulls.

Might even talk to Lucifer about it because even if you say you don’t mind what others say about you, it can always go too far and when that happens, he can’t promise that he’ll be able to stop any of his brothers from tearing them apart.

Belphie 

He’s always been a brat himself so you wonder why he feels the need to confront you about the ‘bullies’ at RAD. Pretends not to care about it, just slipping in a casual question as you’re studying together. You truly don’t feel self conscious about your appearance and he knows it. What he wants to know about is how far they’ve taken the name calling, since you’ve admitted to feeling a bit bothered by their constant jeers. 

Y’know… physical appearances aren’t really that important to demons… do you even want to know what any of his brothers’ true forms look like? It’s not even comparable to what you humans see as ‘ugly’, so don’t expect any self respecting demon to judge that part of you. Clearly these demons don’t even deserve to be in the same room as you. 

Uses this as another excuse to cling to you even more. What if they were to hurt you this time? Surely letting him rest his head on your lap will warn them from getting too close. Don't worry about what others say, and he'll take care of them some way...

When you aren't looking, he's incredibly petty and mean. The trio finds themselves victims of every single prank you could think of. Thumbtacks left out on their seats and in their shoes, phantom appendages they always seem to trip on, buckets of used mop water strategically placed on top of doorways they pass through…

It doesn’t help the poor demons that Lucifer is supposedly turning a blind eye to the youngest brother’s antics… but that’s neither here nor there. Clearly, they brought this upon themselves.

#obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me swd #obey me x reader #aaaaaa

[thekimspoblog]

Gross FotD but...

Iris managed to pop their dislocated shoulder back into place, but it's still sore. Even without this handcuff cutting off the circulation in their ankle, it wouldn't be a good plan to try to bumrush the armed guard. They've been locked up in this gangster's cement basement for over a week, and it looks like they're going to be trapped down here for a while longer. They would have to wait for the perfect opening before making their move. Just try to keep their strength and their sanity until then.

A cockroach had been scuttling around the corner of the dungeon. It would wander out of view, Iris would sleep for a few hours, then when they'd open their eyes, the insect would be crawling towards them again. After three days, the animal was finally within reach. If Iris strained against the shackle, the tips of their fingers could just barely graze the rough brown carapace. The touch still made Iris's skin crawl, but at this point it was hard not to see the roach as a makeshift pet. This was the only other living thing Iris had seen in days; it was Iris's sole source of entertainment for the foreseeable future. Iris managed to kill some ten hours cycling through possible names for the little guy, making a game out of predicting whether the creature would pace clockwise or counterclockwise next. They knew they were probably imagining things, but there was almost a sense of affection, the day the twitching little legs finally climbed into the palm of the prisoner's hand. Did the insect just come close to get a taste of Iris's sweat and blood, or was this some level of intelligence and trust?

The light was dim, but Iris was able to hold the cockroach up close enough to inspect it. God, it was ugly; a face only Mother Nature could love. Iris's sister, Fille could see the beauty in all animals; Fille was just that kind of person. And at least Fille wasn't the kind of vegetarian who only opposed the killing of cute animals; Iris could respect anyone's worldview as long as it wasn't shallow or hypocritical. Fille was of the opinion that if you don't have the stomach to kill an animal yourself, then it was cowardly to outsource that dirty work to anyone else. Iris was inclined to agree; commodity alienation and cognitive dissonance rots the soul; a lack of farm-to-table thinking was a major factor why the world was in the mess it was currently in. But Iris loved meat too much to give it up, so while the siblings shared a set of principles, they had reached opposite conclusions. Fille could be judgmental; darling sister wasn't exactly subtle with her misgivings about Iris's controversial line of work. If Iris knew their sister, she was probably stewing right now, upset that Iris had tried to take on the Bauer Syndicate by themselves and of course gotten their stupid ass captured. It would be fine; when Iris got home, they would prove this mission was nothing they couldn't handle. It's not like they WANTED to make Fille worry; it wasn't their fault Fille loved them! But if Iris didn't take care of these technocrat thugs, who would?

Even with a dislocated shoulder, a groaning stomach, and the toes on their right foot turning purple, Iris knew they were exactly where they needed to be, doing the only thing they could ever be fulfilled doing. Men like Bauer treated everyone like animals; if not chattel to be used and then slaughtered, then vermin to exterminated outright. By embracing their role as a pest, Iris took a little bit of power back from him. They were PROUD to be a fly in the ointment. If Bauer wanted wanted them dead, Iris was damn well going to make him work for it! Most people would be demoralized to be chained down here in the dark, with the rats and the roaches, but Iris wasn't most people. They could make their own light even in total darkness. They could look at a civilization-ending drought and see an opportunity for reform; they could look at a disease-carrying insect and see a symbol of endurance. Iris held the cockroach up to the narrow shaft of light and smiled at it... then stuffed the invertebrate into their mouth and chewed hard, trying not to think about the texture. They swallowed. Fille might not have given in so quickly if she was here, but Iris was sure eventually Fille would have eaten an animal too. Dad had always taught them: "Principles are important. But survival comes first".

#breaking bad #better call saul #fantasy of the day #Iris Wexler-McGill #cw gross #action hero #not fluff exactly but still recycling crime drama tropes

[citrous241]

Ok we need to talk about this suit.

TLDR here: It kinda sucks. Here are my ideas to improve it:

1) Cover the hair, at least partially

2) Put the hood up, or just remove it if the hair is fully covered

3) Make the mask black

4) Add red webbing to the mask

5) Make the blue lines on the torso thinner and double the amount of them

6) Give the torse the colour of the black and red suit style

7) Connect the blue lines on the legs to the torse ones

8) Recolour the Adidas for the love of God

It's another outlandish Insomniac endgame suit. I personally like Anti-ock but ik it's not the best Spider-man design. In Spider-man 2 (which I haven't played yet I just do not care about spoilers) I thought they'd actually improved with Peter's Anti-venom suit. It's objectively a good suit, an original idea and a cool design. And just like the Anti-ock suit, we see it's creation and it's background and all of the steps and reasons for it's creation.

Then Miles just lands next to Peter in this flaming mess.

Like, I don't hate it because I'm not the kind of person that hates media really. But it's the closest thing I'll tell you that. It suffers from over-design, I don't even think MCU suits are over-designed so me admitting that this suit is shows you how bad it is.

We're gonna start from the top; the hair. Now Miles's hair out on his suit can work, and I get that he wants to show off his snazzy new haircut - but not like this. Its so out of place with the rest of the costume. His hair out can look good, as one of my favourite suits in the game and the only good deluxe edition suit imo is this:

The hair is dyed to match the suit's colours and with the hood it makes it not so overpowering. The worst thing is the Evolved suit has a hood, and it's just there. The hood looks like a hoodie, but it's fully a part of the spandex costume to??? Like what??

Next: the mask. Why did they get rid of the face webbing? That's one of the major defining features of a Spider-man costume. All the good ones have some form of it or at least a few lines to signify it. Here: nothing. Just this weirdly itchy-looking mesh-like grey. It's just bland and makes the rest of the suit looks worse.

The torse looks extreme but next to the blank mask it looks even worse. The blue lines are cool, but it's really hard to unsee them are being 4 legs for the spider logo. It's supposed to be their outlines as the legs but I have to force myself to see it. Other than that it's probably the least terrible section of the suit.

The legs are fine really, I don't like that the blue lines on the side just start randomly and don't connect to the other ones at all even though the rest are all connected to each other. I've heard people say that it suffers from the whole thing of Insomniac just never detailing legs, which is true they do do that.. for Peter. Miles has always had just plain black legs, in fact this suit gives more detail to the legs.

And the shoes. They're another thing that clashes to go along with the hair and mask. I did find it kind of weird that people hated him wearing these shoes. They're not bad shoes, and people loved when Miles wore Jordans in Spider-verse. But that's what I was saying before Adidas started selling the whole suit for about $400 total. That, combined with the fact that the shoes also will not change depending on the suit style and the fact that the only real store in the entire game is a high definition Adidas store is just... yikes.

And finally, the reason for it existing:

None, there's nothing. It has no reason. Miles just appears wearing it. And his reason is because he wanted his own original suit. Was he not there when he made his own suit in Spider-Man: Miles Morales? The one that actually looked good? And its not even original it literally has a Peter colour scheme. The red, blue and white being the main colours?

So that's Miles's new suit; a loud and ugly design, with each component painfully clashing with each other, no rhyme or reason for it's existing other than "to be orginal" even though it looks like every deviantart spider-sona in existence. And the cherry on top its a walking advertisement for a clothing brand. Bruh.

And now it may actually be Miles's permanent suit going forward?! It's the only endgame suit that wasn't taken off when the evil was defeated. Ig Peter can't really take off Anti-Venom but he's retired now.

I'm still gonna play Spider-man 2 when it drops on PC. And tbh this is the only thing I think is bad and its an optional cosmetic. That's pretty good going Insomniac.

#spider man #marvel's spider man #marvel #insomniac spider man #insomniac games

[stormxpadme]

Second part of this ask

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss 38 - ... because they’re running out of time. | Jean/Logan

Logan, you're about to have company. Seven hostiles. Keep the bastards busy for a few minutes.

The tense com warning, drenched in an unusual amount of restlessness from Logan's notoriously fearless leader, was followed by more orders not meant for him that should have been supposed to soothe Jean and him though, Logan supposed. Those, however, became just as useless as a jet far too many miles above and apart from them was, when the overlapping, nervous chattering on the radio revealed Ororo being compromised the moment she left the Blackbird. Which left Logan right again without even the prospect of support, in a ridiculously defenseless car together with a physically damaged wife and a newborn, with no real idea who was on their heels and how dangerous said enemies were.

Only about the why, there was no real question. The wrath about these reasons was glowing ominously in Jean's dark pupils, every time their eyes met in the back mirror for a restless look around, to try and make out from which direction they were being approached.

Noemi, feeling her mother's growing unease instinctively in whatever weak mental link already existed between them, let out that fine weak wailing not unlike a baby kitten and struggled inside her wrap carrier close to Jean's chest, refusing to be calmed down by quietly murmured words and a few hummed tone of Jean's warm, deep voice this time.

"Switch out her lights, Red." Only at his own sober order, Logan realized his instincts had long started to evaluate, judge and decide while his agitated mind had still been busy, trying to fight the ugly animal called panic trying to claw its way up his throat. It was one of these days when he had to let that uncompromising, natural side of him take over. That guy wasn't exactly nice but he usually knew what he was doing. And right now, there was no time to debate, to weigh options. They only had two of those anyway, and the more promising one was also the one that would hurt like a bitch. "I need you two out of here, and silently."

Jean didn't even try to protest, much as Logan knew all without trying to get inside her head via their link, how much she hated just the thought of leaving him alone with an unpredictable threat. But in case of doubt, he was far better suited to survive such danger than a woman fresh out of labor and a completely defenseless being on said woman's arm. "Try not to go all feral on those assholes, James. I need your mind clear enough to see through your eyes."

"No promises," he growled through gritted teeth, stopping the car once he'd finally found a spot between a couple of thick oak trunks, suited to shield the jeep from prying eyes at least for a moment. "Go." Their gazes met in the reflection once more, this time, he wasn't searching - with a lingering restlessness that had never entirely gone away - for a trace of red and light in those wide-open pupils. He was too busy fighting to breathe through a suddenly tightness in his throat, at an expression of bone-deep fear and so much despaired grief on his wife's face as if they'd been facing a whole army instead of a few mutant-hating psychos.

Last Jean had looked at him like that had been at the Scapels moon, begging him to kill her.

There was no time to lose, not a second but he couldn't stand seeing her like this, not with how far they'd come since then, with how strong she had become. Leaning over to her, he took her ashen face between his hands and kissed her, desperately, with all that he felt for her, all the ferocity he needed to protect her with. Her and the life they'd somehow, for some reason, created together, in spite of all odds. The new life that needed them, both, strong and uncompromised, and that should be enough of a goal for them to not let anyone - or anything - ruin what they'd only just built. "I'll keep them off your back. You keep her off your back."

Jean gifted him a shaky smile and hurried to open the passenger door, keeping Noemi's tiny, helpless body close to hers, fingertips curling into the faint fuzz of red curls. Only an afterthought, the gentlest of mental intrusions had been necessary to have their daughter fall asleep. If only all their issues would have been so easy to solve.

Logan arduously convinced himself that he didn't hear Jean whisper something eerily similar to his no-promises-remark in his mind before she started to hurry towards the lake in the distance, and prepared for battle.

#sometimes stormy gets asked things #effervescentdragon #x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #jeanlogan #jean x logan

[coffeebeans18]

She Can Stay

Finally wrote something that's not porn.

Summary: When you show up to the Winchester palace in jeans and a sweat shirt, John decides that you're not a good fit for his son.

Pairings: Sam x Y/n

Warnings: John Winchester.

I'm on my way to Sam's place. I still feel kinda weird about wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, but Sam said to dress in whatever made me comfortable. He knows I don't do dresses and shit like that. So I think he's got a pretty good idea of what I'm wearing. My only real worry is John, Sam's father. He's got this weird image in his mind that all women in the kingdom are supposed to "act like women". Whatever the hell that means. I know that means he's not gonna be pleased to see me. He never is. I've heard him telling Sam that I'm not good for him. But Sam's told me not to worry about his dad. He likes me just the way I am and that's all that matters. Once at the palace, I see Dean, Sam's brother, outside working on his car. We've met a few times and he seems nice.

"Hey, Y/n. You here to see Sam?"

"Hey. Yeah. Is he here?"

"Yeah, but my dad's here, too. You sure you wanna go inside?"

"I think I can handle your dad."

"I can't even handle my dad. If he gives you any trouble, I'll be here."

"Thanks, Dean."

I nods and I walk to the gate. Before I can even open it, John's yelling about how bad I am for his son.

"Look, I'm only here to see Sam. I'm not here to argue with y-"

"You're not gonna be here much longer if I have any say in the matter! Why'd you even come here dressed like that?! You look like a guy!"

"And you look like a sexist, entitled son of a bitch! I'm not here to argue with you, John! I'm here to see my boyfriend!"

"Women like you aren't to be seen with my son!"

"Women like me?! What the hell's that even supposed to mean?!"

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Sam calls as he walks over to the gate.

"Son, you're not bringing this women in my castle."

"And why not? Did she do something wrong?"

"Look at her! Look at what she's wearing!"

"So? She's comfortable."

"Women don't need to be comfortable! They only need to serve-"

"Dad!" A voice yells from behind me.

I turn around and see Dean.

"Dean, I'm not in the mood to argue right now."

"You don't wanna argue with me, but you wanna argue with an innocent girl who just wants to visit her boyfriend? You wanna say rude and sexist things to her, just because you don't like what she's wearing? But you're not the mood to argue with me?"

"Look-"

"No you look. As your oldest son, I'm next in line for the castle. That means that when you're gone or if you leave for whatever reason, the castle will belong to me. And I don't appreciate you trying to throw out my future sister in law."

Sister in law? I like the sound of that.

"So either she stays or we're all going."

I knew that he and John didn't get along, but I didn't know it was like this. They'd really leave their castle behind for me? I've only known them for a year and a half. And they'd leave their home for me?

"Fine. She can stay." He says with a huff.

He storms passed me and Dean, then gets in his ugly ass truck and drives away. I turn to face Sam and Dean, who look happy to see their dad leave.

"He's not coming back, is he?" I ask while looking up at Sam.

"I guess we'll find out." Sam says to me.

"But if he doesn't, that's ok. We can have the castle to ourselves and we won't have to worry about him."

It's nice to know that Dean would let me stay in his castle, rather than John. I guess with John gone, it's Dean's castle know. I guess that makes him the king now.

"Y/n." Sam calls to me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You ok? I know you don't like yelling and we were all-"

"I'm ok. Just a little shocked. That's all."

"You two should go inside. Have some privacy."

"But first"

He steps closer to me and takes a small box out of his pocket.

"Since Dean dropped the "future sister in law" thing. I guess it's time."

"What? Time for what?"

He gets down on one knee and looks up at me.

"Sam?"

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of making me the luckiest man alive. Be my bride and become Y/n Y/m/n Winchester. Will you marry me, Y/n?"

He opens the small box to reveal a ring. Holy shit. Sam Winchester just asked me to marry him. And I'm just standing here like an idiot.

"Are you sure? I mean, me? You wanna marry me? Even after seeing all the weird shit I do? I'm weird and I say weird things and I don't even dress like a woman."

"That's why I wanna marry you, sweetheart. You're smart and you're funny and you're absolutely beautiful. And you dress in jeans and sweaters rather than dresses and heals. Not many women in this kingdom do that. You're not like everybody else, Y/n. And that's what I love about you. You're one of a kind and I want you to be mine."

Not many men are willing to look my way, but Sam, he wants to marry me? He wants to spend the rest of his life with me? Me? ME? I might be dumb, but I'm not dumb enough to pass up such an amazing opportunity. I have the chance to spend the rest of my life with this man. And I'm taking that chance.

"Yes. I'll marry you, Sam."

He slips the ring on my finger and I look at it for a few seconds before wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugs me back and I think I can see Dean starting to tear up. I might've had to face John Winchester, but it was worth it in the end. Now I'm gonna marry the love of my life.

#john winchester #eww #he's gross #sam winchester #dean winchester #proposal #supernatural #supernatural fluff

[darkleysgarden]

Obey Me 25 Days of Ficmas Day 7: Christmas Party

Pair: Raphael and Levi

Credit: Raphael Pokémon headcanon came from @note-katha (Also the reason why I enjoy Levi and Raphael together sm)

Levi sat in the corner of the raging party awkwardly curled in on himself.

He looked around as people walked passed by, all laughing, dancing, and having fun.

He could never have that much fun at a place as crowded and loud as this. It was too overwhelming. People were everywhere, surrounding him.

His skin crawled as the noise grew louder and louder. People would glance over at him sitting there alone. He was pitiful.

Amongst the party-goers he noticed two people that he recognized. Simeon walked closely to Raphael, a concerned look on his face. Raphael was holding himself, tears present in his eyes.

They were conversating, Levi could hear Simeon talking, "We can go home if you'd like. I know parties are hard for you."

Envy. Lucifer never let's him go home. He knows about his sensory issues, yet he forces him to stay until the end. Diavolo's parties are a necessity. And this was, of course, Diavolo's party.

Raphael's response was quieter, "I can sit here. It's okay. I wouldn't want you three to be forced to leave because of me. I mean, Solomon and Asmo are having a really nice time. And Luk-"

"I get it," Simeon replied, "But, they'd gladly drop all that for you."

Raphael stays silent for a moment, "It's fine. I'll just sit. Go find Barbatos. Have fun."

Simeon seemed as if he didn't want to accept it, yet he did anyway, "Okay, we won't stay too much longer."

Simeon walked away. Raphael sighed, moving to sit a little bit down from where Levi sat.

As if he's trying to compose himself, Raphael took a few deep breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

After those couple breaths, Raphael looked up, glancing around, eyes eventually landing on Levi, "Oh, hello Levi. Didn't notice you."

Levi raised his hand slightly in a small wave. They both awkwardly smiled at each other.

Levi hated small talk, yet he did it anyway, "So, you hate parties too?"

"Overwhelming," Raphael replied shortly.

"Yeah," He fidgeted with his fingers, "They are for me too."

A silence spread among them. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable.

Raphael pulled out his D.D.D, doing something on it.

Levi scooted closer to him, "What are you doing?"

Raphael smiled, showing him his phone screen. The angel swiped the Poké Ball, catching a Pokémon.

"You like Pokémon?" Levi questioned, curious about Raphael's interests. He wouldn't have assumed that Raphael would enjoy Pokémon. Or any other modern media for that matter. Yet, here he was.

"I think they're really cute," He smiled wider, obviously happy to get the chance to talk about his interests, "Plus, they're very interesting to learn about."

"You think all of them are cute?" Levi questioned, "Even ones like Weepinbell or Vigoroth?"

"Umm," Raphael looked into Levi's eyes, "Okay, I don't know about that. They aren't that ugly...."

"They are,' Levi countered.

"What about you?" Raphael asked, Levi humming in confusion, "What things do you like?"

Levi tried to hold in the extremely wide smile that overtook his face, "I have a lot of things that I love! There's The Tale of the Seven Lord's, The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon's Girl, and there's so many other animes that I enjoy! It'd take forever to list them all, though."

"I know TSL," Raphael was actually engaged with his words, "Though, what about the Ruri Hana one? I feel like I've heard you mention it before, yet I know nothing of it."

Raphael actually listened and cared to know more. Something about that made him ecstatic, "So, Ruri-chan is this demon who moves to the human world, right? And she looses her magical powers in doing so! This turns her into the young girl that everybody knows her by! Her original demon form, and I'm gonna sound like Asmo for saying this, is actually really sexy! But, her child form is adorable too! She has a companion, Azuki-tan! Azuki-tan is actually imagawayaki-"

Raphael, who'd been nodding along this whole time, interrupted, "Wait, what's that?"

"A Japanese pancake filled with red bean paste!" Levi answered, "Actually, I've pretty much covered the most interesting parts; I don't want to spoil. You should watch it! It's really good!"

"I think I will," Raphael smiled, his words genuine.

Levi nodded happily, "You should tell me more about Pokémon!"

In all honesty, Levi knew a lot about Pokémon. Though, he never heard Raphael get excited about anything really before. Aside from spears. Though, he'd never really heard him talk at all.

"I remember them all," Raphael admitted, a blush on his face, "An angel my ranking knowing all about tiny fictional monsters, weird, I know."

"It's not weird," Levi assured, angry that Raphael insulted himself, "I'm the Grand Admiral of Hell's esteemed Navy! As one important person to another: There is nothing wrong with liking things! Like whatever you want! No one is stopping you! In fact, I think it's really cool that you cam remember them all!"

Even reassuring all that, Levi never applied it to himself.

"I like talking to you," Raphael fidgeted with his fingers.

"I like talking to you too!" Levi gave the angel a side hug.

Raphael stood up, grabbing Levi's hand, "Let's go back to the party! You can hang out with me."

Levi never had anyone to spend parties with before. Mammon always offered, but he hung out with so much other people too.

They danced to Christmas songs together, Raphael giggling at Levi's loud renditions. He especially enjoyed Underneath the Tree.

Both of them were sad to eventually leave, yet they continued to talk through text. Levi even downloaded Pokémon Go to be friends with Raphael.

For Christmas, Levi bought Raphael plushes of his favorite Pokémon. Raphael got him Ruri-chan merch.

It was an unlikely friendship, yet it was still perfect.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #shall we date leviathan #leviathan om #omswd raphael #obey me raphael #raphael obey me #omswd leviathan #christmas party #ficmas 2022 #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #pokemon

[eddieheart]

ALINA

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 523

Description: The Russians made a deal with the Americans to supply red room soldiers to protect the numbers, when eleven escaped so did her soldier.

It was dark, cloudy, moisture built a wall in the air, surrounding everything in a bleak grey fog. El had been living with Hopper for so long now that days like this seemed normal. Little did she know just how different it was.

Alina trudged through the mud hopelessly, wandering through the expanse of wilderness wearily. It had been years since she'd seen her charge, she was bigger now and she assumed 011 was too.

How in the world she expected to find her was beyond her, right now she was starving. Usually she could stave off the hunger, they'd trained her not to care. But it had been weeks since she'd eaten something other than pine nuts and winter was fast approaching.

The ache in her stomach betrayed her and she felt as though she had no other choice but to find a solution. She'd go to the town, surely there'd be food there. They wouldn't feed her though, she had no money and at this point looked beyond unsavoury.

Clothes ripped to shreds and shit stained so much it were brown instead of the crips white it had started. Her hair was in mats and tangled. She looked too ugly to beg, a voice inside her said. So the garbage it was.

The flicker of neon lights caught her attention, stumbling closer she soon found a large building, a dinner. She spotted large metal cans in the distance.

Taking one last glance around to make sure no one was there, she charged forward towards the bins. Quickly she threw off the top with a loud clatter and rummaged through the bins.

The sweet taste of food hit her stomach and she nearly cried. It was old, not too old but certainly not fresh, but to her empty stomach it was practically gold.

"Hey!" Simone shouted, grabbing her arm. Alina was thrown off guard and she whipped around, mouth full of stale French fries to face the person in front of her.

A boy around her age with soft pillowy hair, just a bit shorter than hers. Snatching her arm away she took a few steps back to asses the situation. He didn't look that threatening, in fact he look almost apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you doing okay?" He asked sincerely, tilting his head to the side.

Alina made no move to speak, eyeing the boy cautiously.

"I'm Steve, y'know, if you're hungry I can buy you something. It's really not safe to eat out of the trash, Frank throws old beer bottles in there."

Again, she said nothing.

"How about... you come back to my place? jeez what am I doing? That sounded creepy...I mean to get cleaned up and stuff, maybe get some real food?" He tilted his head to e side and looked at her as though she were made of glass.

Alina nodded this time and the boy, Steve, responded with a smile, leading her over to his large car. She was well trained, he seemed easy enough to overpower if she needed to, she'd be fine. Why not go with him?

@buggylad

#fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #orginal character #original female character #steve harrington #max hargrove #max mayfield #el #eleven #el hopper #jane hopper #jane hoooer #jim hopper #original experiment oc

[natti-ice]

You’re Still My Favorite Girl- Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!reader

Summary: Remus and Y/N, once best friends, wonder what happened to their bond

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns), (1.7k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

Growing up together, Remus and Y/N were basically attached at the hip. If one was around, you knew the other was around the corner. Their mothers were best friends so they were grandfathered into a friendship. 

Always running around, laughing and joking, and always somewhere they weren't supposed to be. On a few occasions, they got in trouble for accidentally breaking Her mother's fine china. But hey, tea parties call for no less than the finest dishware. When they received their Hogwarts letters they were so excited to be able to hang out without their parents looking over their shoulder.

They got sorted into the same house, which meant they could spend every day together. But fate had other plans, during first year they both met new people and created new friendships. They still hung out all the time. As the years went on and school got harder it seemed they couldn't see each other as often as they'd like. 

-

Which leads us to today, a random day in their 6th year. Y/N had been focusing on her studies now that they will be graduating next year. Remus had been trying his best to keep his friends "The Marauders" as they call themselves, out of trouble. Inevitably, it never worked because madam Pince just handed him a slip for detention tonight. Great, he thought what a good way to spend the evening. He rolled his eyes

He didn't even commit the act of "defacing school property" it was James. The marauders sat in the library studying for their next transfiguration exam. 

James had been using the book Remus had checked out that discussed accidents that happened when a transfiguration spell went wrong. Reading wasn't something James loved to do so when he was bored he doodled in the book. 

Not knowing this, at the end of their session, Remus went to return the book. He had been the only one to actually check out a book so the rest of the boys left without him. Madam Pince loved her books as if they were her children so she checked every book for any damage once returned. 

Flipping through the pages she started to notice little stars and stick figures in the margins

"Mr. Lupin would you care to explain why you have drawn in this book?" she asked him in an accusatory tone.

"I haven't written in any book ma'am" the boy responded politely

"Right, well then why are there doodles all over these pages? do you know how old this book is?" her tone rising a bit

"I promise you I have-" he glanced down at the book realizing who the actual culprit was. sighing he took the blame. "I'm sorry ma'am I didn't mean to, I must have mistaken it for my own book."

"Well, you can be sorry tonight in detention." 

James definitely owed him for this one.

-

Walking to detention Remus was upset he knew this would go on his record. Over the years he had been good at staying out of trouble, well at least not getting caught. All it took was one stupid stick figure. 

The classroom was empty, seems the school was quiet this week. Remus took a seat at a desk in the middle of the class. He was early, he always was. Waiting for the professor to come, another student came in. It was his old friend Y/N.

It felt like he hadn't seen her in so long, the last time they spoke was during summer. The Lupins and L/Ns had dinner with each other once a month during the summer. It had started getting awkward for the two as the years progressed. Most of their interactions had consisted of quick hellos in the hallway.

She looked different for the last time they spoke. She had grown into her looks, she was never ugly by any means but she seemed more mature.

As the girl walks into the room, their eyes lock. Sending the boy a greeting smile, she sits at a desk two seats away from the boy who was staring at her.

"Hi Y/N" Remus greeted her

"Hello Remus" she replied

"What are you in for?" He asked as if they were both prisoners

"You know, wrong place wrong time" she played along

"yeah same, I took all the blame" they both laughed.

"Hush now students" Professor McGonagall said as she strutted to the front of the classroom. scanning the classroom seeing it was only the two students. " As you both know, this is a time for reflection. while you organize all of the textbooks and clean the room, think about what you can do to better yourself so you do not end up here again. Is that understood?"

"Yes professor" the pair said in unison

"Good. Cleaning supplies are in the cupboard, I will be back in an hour to check your progress." She exited.

The two didn't waste any time getting to work, Y/N going for the textbooks and Remus the cleaning supplies.

-

Working in silence, Y/N thought about her best friend. All the times they ended up in trouble together, having to clean up the mess afterward. She wondered what happened between them, why things weren't like they use to. She didn't hate him or anything, she feared she had done something to push him away.

Remus walked over to Y/N's side of the classroom to wipe down the counter she just cleaned. 

"Hey Remus can I ask you something?" Y/N asked hoping to clear things up

"uh yeah sure what's up?" nervous about what she was going to say

"What happened to us? We use to be so close" she said with sad undertones in her voice

He never really thought about the reason why they weren't close anymore. Things just ended up that way. "I'm not sure, we just drifted apart I guess." he said

"I was afraid I had done something to make you hate me"

"Hate you? That's crazy. c'mon Y/N you're still my favorite girl" He smiled at her causing her to smile back. "How could I ever hate you? I've loved you my whole." He whispered

"Really?" She said feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

"Of course I have. You were always the best part of the day. Being around you brings me comfort, like everything would be okay because you were there."

"I never knew you felt that way, if I did I would've told you sooner." she said 

"Tell me what?" He asked curiously 

"I love you, Remus."

"Like love, love?" Remus asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, love love. I have since I can remember." Y/N said, nervousness growing in her chest

Remus didn't reply. Awkward silence growing, it was almost deafening. Remus had always thought about this moment, the day he would finally tell her how he truly felt. He never thought she'd be the first to say it. He loved everything about her, her laugh, her wit, the way her hair glistened in the sun. He had almost told her when they were 13, but things didn't pan out that way.

*flashback*

Remus stares at himself in the mirror. I've got this, she'll say yes. He thought trying to build up false confidence to tell Y/N the truth. Walking into the common room with a confident stride, his three buddies look at him confusedly.

"What's put some pep in your step today?" Sirius asked his taller friend.

"I've decided to tell Y/N how I feel." He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's about time. C'mon boys, today our Moony becomes a man." James said standing up headed toward the portrait exit. 

-

The four boys walked through the campus in search of Y/N, usually around this time she was reading in the courtyard. 

There she was, same spot reading her classic novel. Looking as beautiful as ever.

"You've got this" James said giving him an encouraging nudge.

Remus came out of his trance, shaking the nerves out of his hands. Pulling out her favorite flower from his bag, hiding it behind his back. Starting to head towards the girl, rehearsing what he's going to say under his breath.

Before he could reach the girl, A tall dark-haired fourth-year Ravenclaw walked up to the girl. Looking up from her book smiling at the older boy. Remus froze, watching the two interact. Y/N stands up interlocking her hand with the boys, walking off into the distance. 

Remus was stunned, he had no idea she was seeing someone. She never told him.

Abruptly turning around, Remus storms off. As he passes his friends who are trying to comfort him, he drops the flower.

*End of flashback*

Wanting to break the silence Y/N speaks up. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"I love you too." Remus cut her off "I meant to tell you a long time ago, I just never got the words out." He said averting her gaze.

Her heart started racing at his words, not knowing what to do she pulled him into an embrace. Resting her head on his chest, he wraps his arms around her waist afraid to let go.

"I was scared you wouldn't feel the same" she whispered

"It's impossible for me not to love you" he spoke rubbing his hand along her back

The pair stood there for a while, taking in each other's presence. Y/N lifted her head to look into Remus' loving eyes. Warm breath fanning over each other faces. 

Remus leans in, connecting their lips. His lips were soft and gently forceful, he had waited for this for too long. Deepening the kiss by placing his hand on the back of her neck. 

Lost in the passion they failed to feel the presence of someone in the room.

"Ahem" McGonagall cleared her throat, causing the students to jump away from each other embarrassed. 

"Sorry Professor, we were just-"

"Save it Mr. Lupin. You two are dismissed" 

Y/N headed towards the door with her head down, trying not to look her Professor in the eye. Remus following right behind her, only to be stopped by The older witch

"I always knew you could do it." she smiled at the boy, he returned the smile exiting the classroom.

"Y/N wait up" He shouts causing the girl to turn around. He jogs up next to her to catch up. Walking side by side back to their dorms. After a few feet, Remus stops her.

"I forgot to ask, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked with a hopeful grin

"Hmm let me think about it..... of course I will." She said matching his cheesy grin, pulling him into a short sweet kiss.

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[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 2b

*Warning - Adult Content*   

I pop my eyes open to find myself curled in something soft, covered by soft fabric that almost drowned me in it. 

I blink a few times and pull them back from my eyes to look down, it was big and the fabrics were a soft yellow.

I yawn tiredly as I look around the large room with surprise. 

It had all the things I was taught to expect to clean, I think. 

I wasn't sure but I think there was a closet, a dresser, a few chairs and even one by a window but plants covered that window so it was dark.

I think I was on the bed, it fit all the lessons but it didn't make sense. 

It couldn't be a bed or I wouldn't be on it, slaves didn't sleep in beds. 

We slept on the floors of our cells or the floor by our Master's bed.

I look around again, unable to help but feel amazed at the space. 

I'd never seen a room this big in my life, it was mostly white and had a big, pretty thing on the top that brought light in. 

I rub at my eyes wondering where my Master was, a slave should never be apart from their Master unless told so.

I pull at the warm fabrics, surprised to see I was still covered in my Master's clothing. 

I sniff it a little and smile when I find that it smelt sweet. 

I swing my legs over the ends of the bed, frowning at the sight of them, they were small and thin. 

They looked too thin to hold me up but I had to get to Master so I tried to stand.

Then I fell.

I put my hands out to catch me but I never hit the floor, a large arm was wrapped around my stomach to keep me from meeting the ground. 

I clench onto the arm, holding it tight as I tried to stand, my chest thumping hard with fading fright. 

I look up to find Master, he was looking at me but didn't say anything, just set me back down onto the soft space before stepping back a little.

"S-Sorry M-Master," I stutter, keeping my eyes to my feet in submission.

"You've done nothing wrong," Master says gently but I still flinched, it was weird to have a Master be nice. 

Master takes another step back as I pull nervously at the thin fabric to cover myself. 

"Shit, I need to get you clothes."

"It's fine Master, I'm sorry my actions displeased you," I plead quickly, hating myself for even hiding myself from my Master in such a shameful manner. 

I push the fabric back so Master could see his possession but he turns away, showing my his back with a deep groan. 

"M-Master?"

"Don't call me that and I want you to wear clothes," Master manages after a few rounds of deep breathes.

"O-Okay Master," I reply instantly while still wondering if he didn't want to see my body because it was ugly. 

Maybe he wanted a working slave and not one for release. 

But that didn't make sense, the trainers said they'd all want me because I hadn't been used yet, so why didn't Master want to use me too?

"You can use mine for now," Master says before disappearing, only to reappear with more clothes in his hand. 

"Here," he offers while handing me the new clothing.

"Thank you, Master," I say automatically, I didn't like clothing but I knew it was rare to get gifts from my Master and I was grateful.

"I take it by the fact that you're not screaming that you know I'm a vampire?" Master asks and I risk a glance up at him to nod sheepishly.

"I've been in the slave house all my life Master. I grew up with the supernatural," I tell Master, hoping he'd know I was a well-versed slave who was trained and would do anything he asked. 

But Master's eyes only widen, growing clear with sadness as his lips parted and his fists clenched beside him.

"All your life?" Master asks, sounding like he didn't believe me. 

I'd never lie to my Master.

"Yes, Master," I reply honestly, hoping he knew I wasn't lying.

All of the other slaves or servants I met over the years said they were 'kidnapped'.

I didn't know what that meant but Arias said he was taken, that he didn't come here because he chose to. 

I was the only one like me I knew about, the trainers said it made me special but all the other slaves said it made me disgusting. 

I didn't really know who to believe.

"Kalem, how old are you?" Master asks, questioning me as if he was scared to find out the answer.

"Eighteen Master," I answer instantly, hoping he wouldn't mind that I was younger than him.

Master doesn't say anything else. 

Just stared at me with eyes that flickered with rage and sadness at the same time, the promise of death I'd seen in other's eyes, seeping into his gaze for a moment.

"Does this displease you, Master?" I request nervously, scared for the rejection I knew to come.

"No Kalem. I'm not displeased with you. You're fine... you're perfect," Master says making me smile quickly, taking in the praise with eagerness. "Take a shower or a bath, whichever you prefer and get dressed so I can feed you," Master finishes but I didn't understand any of his instructions. 

Slaves didn't take baths or showers. 

"What's wrong?"

"I've n-never taken a shower or bath," I confess hesitantly.

"Then how did you stay clean?"

"The hose," I reply but my words don't please Master. 

It just makes him look horrified. 

"Master?"

"I'll help you," Master says after swallowing, offering a hand.

"N-No Master. I s-shouldn't trouble you," I reply, shaking my head with sadness and distress. 

Disturbed to even think of making my Master serve me, I'm supposed to be the one serving him. 

I'm the slave.

"Kalem. Come," Master instructs and I can't help but that his hand before I can think twice about it.

Then I'm in Master's hands and he's walking me to another room, leaving the soft place and his sweet jacket behind. 

It made me smile that he held me unclothed, maybe I did please him in this manner. 

Master takes me in a room that's full of weird things but it was white and clean.

"The water comes down here, you choose how cold or hot you want it with this," Master informs as he points to two knobs, one with a red mark and another with a cold one. "Red means hot, blue means cold."

"The water was always cold Master," I tell Master, hoping he'd be happy with this but this only makes him angrier.

I bow my head, telling myself to just be quiet.

"Wait one second," Master says before disappearing. 

I stand still and alone for so long that I thought Master forgot about me. 

Maybe Master had other slaves to tend to, I wondered if they'd like me or hate me. 

I hoped they weren't mean. 

Suddenly Master reappears making my eyes widen slightly before I release a shaky breath.

"I think you'll enjoy it being a little warm," Master says with a smile, I think, he looked happier. 

He waits a few moments before turning the blue knob a little and then the red one a lot. 

I squeal in surprise as water comes out of the top piece, it wasn't as strong as the hose so I wasn't so scared. 

"Now get in."

I look at Master and he nods encouragingly, so I take a small breath before taking a tiny jump into the place which held the water, my eyes shut tight as I waited for the pain. 

But no pain came, it felt nice actually.

Then Master chuckled a little, I peek one eye open hesitantly before opening both, the breath I held to not drown comes out and I realize I could breathe with this water. 

I find Master smiling at me, thinking my actions funny. 

I look away, puffing my cheeks a little as heat fills them.

‘I'm such a mess.’

"These are shampoos, conditioners and some of my favorite liquid soaps. Use whichever ones you like best," Master says pointing to little bottles filled with liquids but I didn't get any of it. "Are you good?"

"Hmmm," I hum mindlessly as I soak in the warm, kind water. 

This warm water was nicer than cold water, it wasn't too strong and it made me feel like I was floating.

"Well, I'm outside when you finish. The clothes are on the toilet seat."

With that, Master leaves the room, leaving me alone with the nice water and different liquids. 

I run my hands through my hair to push it from my face, I rub them around my body and whimper a little when I find the water black beneath me. 

I look at my skin to find it less dark and it's hidden lighter tone. 

It was nice and smooth, I liked it without the dirt on it.

I look at the bottles, not wanting to upset Master by taking too long in the water place, no matter how nice this water was. 

I pick one that says shampoo and smell it, then the conditioner one and then the soap one. 

The conditioner one smelt the best so I picked it up and put it everywhere, in my hair and over my skin, I tried to rub it in but no matter how hard I tried, it just washed away.

I frown with anger and give up on the conditioner. 

I wash it all out with new hatred for it and then take the water off the way Master showed me to. 

I step outside a pick up the fluffy towel, drying myself with a small giggle as I came off clean. 

Then I looked down at the enemy clothes.

I didn't want to wear them but Master's will was most important so I would listen.

I pick up the first thing I find, it had two holes which could be for arms but nowhere for my head. 

I pull them up my legs and smile when it works but then it fell down. 

I try again but it just falls again. 

I frown at it and bring it up, tying the side and it stays.

With that I pick up the second item that had holes as well, I try my legs again but it doesn't work out no matter what I did or what way I put it. 

I try my head but I almost fainted, I couldn't breathe when it was there. 

I try the legs again before giving up.

"Master," I call with a frown and shame as I look down at my mistakes.

"What is it?" Master says immediately as if he was waiting outside. 

I try one more time with the evil clothing, hating to disappoint my Master.

"I c-can't...ughhh..." I mumble with frustration and building tears as I fail again. "I'm sorry Master I can't do this."

The door opens to reveal my Master. 

I look up to him and seem him biting his lips to try not smiling but he was smiling and then he was chuckling. 

Then my lips were wobbling and I was crying.

"Don't cry," Master coos as he comes to me, his smile still small and present. 

I try to stop the tears but they were flowing and I was hiccuping. 

Master came close to me and ran a hand through my hair, smiling as he wiped away my tears. 

"There's nothing to cry about, you did amazing Kalem."

I look up at him, my small whimpers quieting as I take in his praise and use it to convince myself I wasn't so useless. 

Master, smiles down at me as he wipes away the last of my tears, so I smile back at him.

"You did great but it seems you need a little help," Master says and I nod quickly.

He quickly begins undoing my wrongs before fixing them with his rights. 

When he's done, he steps away and I look down at myself with a frown.

Master did more wrongs than I had.

I was completely cover, my chest, legs and some of my arms. The clothing on top was big and itchy against my skin, I hated it. 

I wanted to be naked for Master, then he could use me when he wanted, this would just get in the way.

"Do you not like it?" Master asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I've never worn clothes," I reply in efforts to not reject Master's gift. "It feels weird Master."

"You'll grow accustomed to them," Master promises before offering me his hand again. 

I take it without hesitation. 

Master picks me up, cradling me in his arms as he begins to walk slowly with me in his arms. 

"When was the last time you ate Kalem?"

"I think two days ago Master," I reply as I look around at the large Palace my Master lived in. 

The place was even bigger than the rooms I'd been in before, the ceilings were so high I doubted nothing could touch it and there were big giant pillars which held them up.

It was beautiful but dusty.

I look around with nothing but fascination while Master walks at a normal pace, eventually we reach another strange room except it was more open and had more things. 

Master sat me down on one of the counters before he begins to open old cupboards only to be attacked by a tidal wave of cobwebs and dust. 

Through a fit of coughing, Master turns back to face me with a deep frown.

It was really hard to not laugh.

"I need to go buy you food," Master says with a sigh.

"You don't have to Master. I can go for a full week without food before fainting," I said tilting my head up high proudly. 

It was something the trainers praised me for and I knew it meant less trouble for Master which was even better. 

Master's happy eyes darken and I fear I'd made him mad but he gives me a tight smile instead.

"That's great Kalem," he grinds out making my smile brighten all the more. "But I rather you eat three times a day." 

This makes my smile falter. 

"I'm going to get you food. It'll be quicker if I go alone. Do you mind staying here alone?"

"Whatever pleases you, Master," I reply, trying to keep the fear and panic of his words from showing.

"Kalem," Master starts in a tone I hadn't heard before but it sounded disappointed. "I only ask one thing of you. Be honest with me at all times. Tell me what you feel, not what you think I want you to feel. Say what you really think." 

That made absolutely no sense. 

What I wanted didn't matter. 

It was about Master, I just wanted to serve Master. 

"Okay?"

"Okay Master," I reply unsurely.

"So I'll ask you again, do you mind being here alone or would you like to come with me?"

"I want to go with you," I confess quietly before shutting his eyes tightly as I flinch in wait for a slap.

"That's good Kalem. Thank you for being honest," Master replies gently, his voice soft as always. 

I peak up at him hesitantly, waiting for his face to change but it doesn't. 

"Let's go. We can buy you some clothes while we're out as well," Master says before picking me up once more.

I loop my arms around his neck as I lean into his chest comfortably.

I liked when he carried me.